[He's about to open his mouth for an easy retort with the claim that Ogmios is the invader of his room, then asking where his wife is (not that that information is particularly urgent) but it eventually becomes clear that he doesn't recognize the ceiling or any of the furniture as his own.
(He'd really just rather go back to sleep and ignore it all until he got saturated with his own lethargy.)
Ogmios' question still goes unanswered. Diniz tries to sit up and slide out of bed, heel of his hand pressed against his temple. There is a part of him that is still not fully awake, still trying to pull at enough energy and ignore the sickness to make him function properly.]
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(He'd really just rather go back to sleep and ignore it all until he got saturated with his own lethargy.)
Ogmios' question still goes unanswered. Diniz tries to sit up and slide out of bed, heel of his hand pressed against his temple. There is a part of him that is still not fully awake, still trying to pull at enough energy and ignore the sickness to make him function properly.]
Where am I.